When Life Gets in the Way

Lately I have found that it is so easy to find something else to do rather than work on the work-in-progress or edit the work-waiting-for-response-from-agents. The waiting is excruciating. My lovely daughter wants to have a party, so I said yes. Partly because it will be fun, partly because I now have way too much to do. I have an excuse to leave my work because I have to dust, vacuum, clean, shop, etc. Of course, she’s doing a lot, but you know it’s all on me.

Of course, that isn’t to say I don’t sneak away every few days to make sure everyone is still in my computer, waiting for me to return. It’s a little world in there that comes alive when I open it-and is stuck in a never-ending game of freeze tag as soon as I hit “close.”  But I know they are just waiting for me to return. Sometimes I feel guilty thinking about them in there, waiting for me to unfreeze them. And I miss the characters, as if they are friends (even the ones who are not so likeable). Alas, life gets in the way. The party must go on, the shopping must get done, the classwork must be completed.

When life gets in the way, the best thing to do is fight back, yes? I’ll be waking up earlier now and making time for my frozen universe in the computer. Early mornings are my favorite time to work, but I also love to sleep. Sleep has been winning these days, but I owe it to my characters and to myself to get up early. It’s an excuse to say that life is getting in the way when what I really mean is that I am not taking the time to work. It means I’m avoiding it because I’m stuck on something or waiting for an agent to tell me how much they love my work before I continue. Big mistake—life may get in the way but this is also my life and I’ve got to embrace it.

How do you make time? Do you work late into the night, steal moments during your kid’s soccer game, write in a coffee shop during lunch? All good ideas. Writers write when they can. There is no excuse is there?


“I’m sure another agent will feel differently”

It finally happened- I got my first rejection. I expected to be heartbroken, despondent, and depressed, but in actuality I was none of those. I was encouraged by the wording and didn’t feel hurt at all. Am I actually maturing in my quest to be published? Have I learned so much from the Twitter community? That answer to that is a definite YES.

I also want to thank the agent who took the time to add to the “No thank you.” The rejection would have hurt much worse without it and I would have been left in the dark. Right now I’m confident and will continue on with my mission-to be published.

I’m not fooling myself into thinking there won’t be many more of these rejections in my future. I’m sure there will be, probably in the double digits, but I’m ready for them. I can handle them and I think I’m getting a much thicker skin as my quest continues. I’ve handed out my MS and gotten back criticisms and suggestions as well as praise. Some I disregarded and some made perfect sense and I appreciated them all. I thought I would be stung by the criticisms and I was pleasantly surprised that they were more helpful than hurtful. Anticipating the critique is worse than the actual thing.

So the bottom line is, “Bring it on!” I can handle the rejection, I can handle the criticism and I can handle the wait. I know this is a great book and I know some agent will feel the same way. I just have to wait for the right agent. I’m leaving out the name of this particular agent for the agent’s sake, not mine. I’m not sure on protocol so I’m going to keep her name private but I will give you a peek at her words, which were short but sweet:

Thank you for querying me but unfortunately I’m going to have to pass.

Please don’t take this rejection as a comment on your writing ability, because it isn’t intended to be one.  I’m sure another agent will feel differently.

Best of luck to you with the submission process.

I’m encouraged and moving on, I feel the same way she does…I’m sure another agent will feel differently. I just need to find her/him.